Stories Of Old In the middle of a deep luscious forest is a village closed off from the rest of the world Standing on the broader between forest and village is a girl, hair long and as black as the midnight sky and eyes as white as the winter snow Told to never venture into the darken forest, told to fear the shadows inside, told she would never be able to return home Unshaken by the stories, she takes her first step only to have many more follow Deeper and deeper in the forest, she stops only to find a small waterfall and an abandoned cabin. Making it her new home she becomes a part of the forest Years go by A new story is formed One must never venture in the forest if you do you will never find your way and you must beware or the white-eyed witch if she captures you she'll never let you go
